I had to.
Had to.
Anyone who was smart would have done the same thing.
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Halloween. I wanted to dress up as the Invisible Man so no one could see me. Not Michael. Not Jay. No one. I kept to myself after the confrontation at Noir Hall with Kevin Bakerton, ignoring his calls, text messages, and emails. When he showed up unannounced at the Cape Cod, I pulled the blinds closed in every room, hiding from him, unable to speak with him. My heart became iron and lifeless because of him, barely functioning. I left no room for the man in my world after learning his lies and deceit. Misery tried to consume me, but I pushed it away using all my strength, sober from the choice I had made not to be involved with him. Being alone felt better, real. I couldn’t see Kevin. I wouldn’t. No way.